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László ‘the Rat’ perked his chin to attention as he pondered intently the Cardinal’s zealous pamphlet. ‘The Rat’, so he had been nicknamed, formed the Lorraine Cross down his chest. Pondered the path of the world, the sin and discord within. Sighed and muttered solemnly, “May God save Oren.”

A flinched Riordain feels astonished some when confronted with the news. Yet all the same, the full-grown Adunian, no less a leal godfearing man, can’t help but feel a strange admiration for these savage heathens. “Pagans o’ this calibre were said tae be but fadin’ memories o’ days long past.”

Fer’sulan Ahernal had submitted his citizenship paperwork just after bringing his latest completed work to the Silver City. Nerithil Valarieth had given him the honor of a resourceful point in the right direction. After a brief acquantancing, Fer’sulan took great care to meticulously place the articulate tome that was his Treatise on Finance, itself mostly authored in Helena, at the dais of the Eternal Library. The nearing-300 Mali’Aheral did not linger long. He knew he would have to practice patience. As he paced off toward the city gates he wondered frankly on how the Treatise might be received, for its opinionated rhetoric concerned affairs deeper than mere currency symbols...